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One I despise is virgin suicide
Shere Khan is something that the cries
The way I collect is like a bomb
meanin if you don't my doe
i'm a fa show
You better have heat when you hang with villian
meaning its cold when I'm chillin
the feelin'
Slipped down on a peelin
I seen them dead on the floor the blood's skeated to the

I was yo how that happen?
taylors down gotta keep on rapin
The one bullet, the right at the right time
can a hell of a wave into a flat line
my style don't pump no
it pump weed and gasoline, Nickitine
man can twist yo spleen
that to the freaky them jeans, know what I mean
It's kind of ironic, make a call for the chronic
And let my tigers hold the gin and
man i curse so much in
but I do the rap gods ask me
Have heart, hustle
have heart if you dont have muscle bite the ear in the

no love or passionate, blow in the face of the badest chick
yet spin like a cd, I try not to get
on the grind when it's creepy, street gods teach me
pocahantes makin for me bustin in the tee pee
My All Star Taylors, they lace like the mayor
street ball court
rhyme sayer
you be Nicky man no favor, real poppa
I disappeare like Hopper
on Easter
pants in the starch to increase her

t shirts with the feature
check it its the god of Khan
Chuck Taylor down the Ramidan
feeling,
slip up and down the banana peelin,
you got a scheme what you dealin
man the tinted
the blunt wrapped dope in it
Its Popeye with his spinach
run around like you playing
and you aint finished
international keep the crackin like its pistachios
the got it poppin like a fashion show
a move with me birdy baby, grab the dough,
like a
i got a like a blind jacker
put a whole new six
at south with the lock jaw
in the with the rock raw
you remind me of and do do stains,
man its the shitty dealer
worm catapilla
weed collide like the sun and the
and I'm still of that room with the blood on the ceiling
ya feelin'
my chuck taylors got me
and rap
come and leave you stunned
and in
and leave my heart on the block like the lost
in the of wood man u did what you could
with the little you got are you or hot
put it down with the plot, and got
and went to jail naked in ya and socks
left it up to ya woman man to ya rocks
and the turned the spot into a hot box
Chuck All Stars and hard stars
make my way to the bar and you are
ya fillin

Hey sister me some of them shoes